Suddenly he looked at the clock. "Six, by thunder. Time to look after the stables!"
"Yes, let's go," said Schmitz; "we must get to the stables, the beasts are hungry!"
They arose reeling. Roth girded his loins with his sabre, and both of them went clattering down the stone stairs of the barracks. The sabre struck the steps all along, as Roth descended heavily, and there was a terrific noise.
Several soldiers stuck out their heads as the two went along; and when they noticed their intoxicated superiors they quickly retreated into their own rooms, saying: "They surely have enough! If one of us went about in that way we'd be ripe for a pretty long term in the cooler."
At the turn of the corridor Dietrich, a good-service man belonging to the fourth squadron, stepped up to Roth and said: "I'd like to ask the Herr 'Vice' for some coal for Room X. My men have been out in the rain foraging, and all of us are wet to the skin. It is very cold upstairs, and unless we can heat the stove our clothes will not dry till to-morrow."
"What! Coal? Go to the quartermaster, you loafers; I haven't any coal for you!" spluttered Roth with a heavy tongue.
"The quartermaster has gone to town, and the Herr 'Vice' keeps the keys to the cellar in such cases!"
"Get out of my way, you ---- fool! You don't need coal every time a few drops of rain fall. Lie down in bed, you pack of swine, if you are cold, and leave me alone with your impudent complaints."
Dietrich stood for a moment in doubt, not knowing whether it would be safe to make another rejoinder. But he saw plainly that the "Vice" was in an irresponsible condition, and so silently, but with rage in his heart, he turned on his heels so that the spurs jingled, and went back to his men.
In the stables hardly anybody remained, the men having attended to their duties and retired. Only the stable guard was to be seen.
For stable guards men are taken, by preference, whose health has suffered in the hard service at this inclement season. One of them had incipient consumption, the regimental surgeon having noticed the man's condition only a week after his joining the squadron, and now the colonel thought it was not worth while discharging the man. The second one of these reserves had, since his civilian life, nursed himself so well as to have acquired a regular paunch, so that the quartermaster had been unable to fit him with any of the uniforms, and the man, put into a soiled canvas suit, had been permanently assigned to stable duty. The third of this interesting trio was something of an idiot, hailing from the Polish districts. He grinned like a maniac, and he was entirely unfit for drill or any other kind of service that required even the faintest degree of intelligence; but, having been laborer with a Polish peasant, he knew how to handle horses and to clean the stable. He addressed, in his broken German, everybody, including the officers, as "Thou," and doffed his cap in token of military salute.